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Published: Fri Oct 15 1999
Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas
The Rain Has Made Me Late To Work

this morning     washed     _ so that fragrances   _ rise while
_you     inconceivable   sleep   _curled up wise bud in my
bed     _ and I     incredulous   pedal the hill to this day   _my
_work     facing dusty stacks   with a secret   _ small music
called _maybe     your face     could unfurl for me     _later

but now    is the time when   happiest     I should be writing
poems     and indeed   _ they stir around     in here   it may be the
time having come to them
     or they   _ to her
   _ the ideas
arriving to someone
     it has just    occurred to me     _I grab
a yellow _pad     _hide in the _shelves     instead     _sweet letter.

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J.S.A. Lowe is a freelance writer and editor living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Denver Quarterly, AGNI, The Paris Review, and Salamander. (updated 2000)

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